When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand.
- Henri...
When I go home to Illinois to see my family, I’ll occasionally drive by the house I lived in from the ages of 5 to 17. When we moved in, it was white. My mom and dad had the yellow siding put on. The written house numbers and eagle were something we had put on. We also had a porch swing (they don’t).
I loved this house.
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